| Snakes on a Plane? |
[Aug. 18th, 2006|01:00 am] |
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More like Snakes on an AWESOME! |
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| Something Worth Knowing |
[Apr. 28th, 2006|12:35 pm] |
It's good to know that, when trying to stand up for myself, my father is perfectly willing to choke me and slam me into a wall while calling me a "little shit."
It's also good to know that my parents know exactly why I do everything, and if I tell them they're wrong about my motives then I'm just being dramatic or stupid.
I'm back at home now, with many restrictions and no resolution of the issues whatsoever. I just have to find a way to get my big-money-checks out of my dad's office so that I can pay for an apartment on my own. |
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| Happenings |
[Apr. 26th, 2006|07:52 pm] |
Much has gone down since last we met.
Yesterday I walked out on my parents. My mother is full of nothing but bullshit, and I suspect that she may not have a soul. The lengths to which she will go to get her own way are immeasurable.
So I walked out. I finally stood up to her in a notable fashion. My dad was being amazingly calm and cool about the whole situation. I was happy.
Notice the past tense in the last sentence there? I WAS happy. That's until I found out today that my father's coolness is just a ploy to get me to come back before I'm ready to talk. I went back to the house today to pick up some school supplies, and he confiscated my credit and military ID cards. He tried to prevent me from taking some of my stuff, but I informed him that I payed for it, and I'll do what I please with it. He then informed me that he didn't care about my situation, he just cares that my mom is upset because of something I did.
Oh, and they don't understand anything about why I did it. I walked out because I was sick of the underhanded things my mother is willing to do to make things work her way (telling apartment complexes that I forged documents, for instance), and she's deploying the same type of methods to try to scare me back home before I'm calm enough to talk it out.
My dad thinks that because I've taken a few days away, I don't want to be part of the family anymore. This is not true, but I doubt I'll ever be able to convince him otherwise.
I'm so very tired. |
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| Glee! |
[Apr. 18th, 2006|09:39 am] |
First, swag. I ordered a bunch of stuff from Wacom and ThinkGeek, and it is currently en route to my place of living. Good stuff.
Second, swell. I earned all of my work-study money, so I don't have to go to work any more. More sleep for Justin!
Finally, sweet. MC Frontalot mailed me the answers to my interview questions, so I can start writing for the paper that's due on Thursday. Front also said that he'd put the paper up on his site.
Adieu, Justin. |
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| Help |
[Apr. 17th, 2006|12:59 am] |
I'm going to be starting two webcomic endeavors very soon. One of them is a serious story that I want to do in a page-by-page graphic novel style. I'm fairly certain that I won't be able to crank everything out on my own, so I'm asking for some help in the art department.
Know any good artists with ambitious and slightly nerdy hearts? Send them my way. Are you such a person yourself? Drop me a line at Jbanks8@lsu.edu. It'll be fun, I promise. Zombies are involved!
Thanks, interwebs! |
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| Bits and Pieces |
[Mar. 20th, 2006|11:02 am] |
- I find myself using the phrase "Cursory glance" often lately. I guess looking at things thoroughly is right out. Seriously, lookin' at stuff is for squares.
- I saw somebody wearing a shirt today. Not news really, many people wear shirts. This shirt, however, had the phrase "Beat Tennessee" printed proudly in purple and yellow (not Gold, Gold is a metal and an element, not a color, god damnit) on its front. Can we get a little more creative with our rallying leisurewear please? How about "Victory over the Vols," "Trounce Tennessee," or "Tennesse: Fuck 'em."
- In my journalism class, I often get points deducted from my papers because of superfluous use of adjectives. I think such consequences are noteworthy, foolish, inane, asinine, counter-productive, discouraging, disheartening, dumb, unintelligent, un-American, hateful, ridiculous, and a crock of shit.
- I need a shave and haircut. There's no joke here, I'm just way too scruffy.
- I fear that I may be developing lactose intolerance. To determine if my hypothesis is true, I'm running experiments. I'm drinking milk daily and getting sick. Man, I hate science.
- I pray for a zombie apocalypse. Y'know, just to break up the monotony. "Hey Ted, how's the wife? Mmhmm..And the kiddies? Good, goood... So I was thinking th--" OMG ZOMBIE ON YOUR FACE!
- I wonder what the pope's bathroom looks like. I bet it's nice. Lots of gold-leafing, cross-shaped flushing levers and the like.
- You know that scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade when Indy is disguised as a Nazi and Hitler autographs the Grail journal? I'd forgive George Lucas for the new Star Wars movies if he did some of his famous "digitally remastering" to change the scene so that Indy Jones punches Hitler in the face then flies out of there on a jetpack. "Sorry to leave the party so early, Adolph, but I've got a Grail to find!" VRRooomwhooosssshhhh!
- I've hidden a deadly North American Diamondback rattlesnake somewhere in my workplace. First one to find it wins a free trip to the hospital! Aaaannd... GO!
- I wonder what fingernails were used for before the invention of the flick.
- Sodomy is illegal in Texas. If you are caught having buttsex with another man, you're sent to jail. That's something that the psychologists call "positive reinforcement."
- Comedians and musicians always come out on stage and immediately ask how you're feeling. I think they're jumping the gun. Ask me how I feel AFTER your show.
- Electric staplers are the first step to the evolution of lazy, legless humans.
- Coffee is just a thin plot to get Americans to eat beans. I see through your sham, Folger, and you better lock up the doors on the Maxwell House extra tight tonight. I'm coming for you.
- I fingerpick my guitar because I'm too lazy to bend over and retrieve picks when I drop them. I just can't motivate myself to go through such trouble for something that costs a dime for three billion of 'em.
- Heroin won't save you.
That's all for now, I have grown bored with typing. |
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| ZOMG OMG OMG!1!1!!! |
[Feb. 23rd, 2006|12:37 pm] |
I am seriously excited. So excited that I am willing to use inane acronyms such as "OMG." I may very well pee myself.
MC Frontalot agreed to an email interview! |
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| A quick one while he's away |
[Feb. 17th, 2006|12:01 pm] |
Just a quick little addition.
I have to do a feature story for my journalism/writing class. I'm considering doing it on the steady death of the garage band and the rise of internet musicians. An emphasis will be given to Nerdcore endeavors such as MC Frontalot, MC Chris, the Minibosses, Songfight, Optimus Rhyme, the Video Game Pianist, etc.
I will try to get statements/interviews with some of the aforementioned folk, don't know if it'll work out. Perhaps I could coax some profound verbage from the illustrious MC Tabletop.
Comments? |
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| Idiomatically speaking |
[Feb. 17th, 2006|11:48 am] |
I'm sitting here at work bored out of my skull. I've been sick for a few days now, and the fever induced dementia has caused me to think about the idiom "sick as a dog." What about dogs makes them the prime example of illness? Are all dogs inherently sick? Is the genetic makeup of Canis familiaris deficient in some way to make their lives a never-ending state of sickness that torments them until their eventual death? Perhaps "dog years" is really a lifespan-shortening malady of some kind. This stuff keeps me up at night.
That, and the porn. I really should cut back, I'm fuckin' exhausted.
I've been in a bardic mood lately, perhaps due to the creative juices that have been coaxed out of their xylem by D&D and my writing class. I recently restringed my guitar and bought a new chord that I may rock to my hearts content at varying degrees of awesomeness. In the past week I've written three new all but complete songs. One is an epic ballad of an Imbued person that can also be seen as an emotional wail against an unsatisfactory woman. The second, my favourite of the three, is a comical treatise on Surrealism and gives shout outs to Beck, Salvador Dali, and an old friend of mine named Isa. The third is a comparative piece weighing controlled substances against the archetypal nagging woman.
So yes, busy busy busy.
What else is new? I've shaved my head and embraced a monastic lifestyle of quiet piety. The previous statement is actually a complete lie used to mask the fact that I'm still the same raving hedonist you know and love. Yesterday I swam in a pool of warm fudge and concubines. It was magnificent.
I have a psychology test in thirty minutes, so I really should get to studying. Adieu for now. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2005|09:01 am] |
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Project: NaNoWriMo is a failure. Barnes & Noble had to go and call me back and hire me during the second week. Now I have absolutely zero time to write. |
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| NaNoWriMo snippets |
[Nov. 2nd, 2005|09:39 pm] |
"It was a day like any other when Nathan Bismarck decided to take a walk on his lunch break. This was odd for two reasons. First, his lunch break was only a half hour long, hardly enough time to get down from the 32 floor and to the park with a sandwich. The other reason, was that Nathan Bismarck had been paralyzed from the waist down since his 17th birthday. It is widely believed that everything in the universe is related to a constant epic battle between Mind and Matter, and so his coworkers were naturally not surprised when they saw that Nathan’s mind had decided that dead nerves and atrophied muscles didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things and he stood up to try to beat the lunch rush to the cafeteria. After all, when did such a trivial thing as paraplegia ever stop someone from taking a brisk stroll every now and again?"
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"“How could I mind something that I didn’t even know existed. That would be like saying I never minded Unicorns or a scandal free presidency,” he said.
“I can’t fucking stand unicorns. Think they’re all pure and good. You should see some of the stuff they do. Disgusting. Ah, here we are,” I pushed open the door of the Laundromat and unfolded Nathan’s coat to examine the stain.
“You can’t wash that here,” he said excitedly. “It– it’s dry clean only.”
“Then we’ll put it in the dryer,” I said and did just that. I dumped about half of a box of powdered detergent in with it, fed the machine 75 cents, slammed shut the tiny windowed door and let the dryer take it from there. I turned around and leaned on the machine while lighting a cigarette, trying very hard not to laugh at the shocked and outraged face Nathan was making.
“I can’t believe you! Who walks up to a complete stranger on the street and steals his coat with the intent of ruining it at a Laundromat? Did you just wake up this morning and say to yourself ‘Well yesterday I played tetherball with a sack of baby otters, so I guess the only thing to do today is take a man’s coat and burn it in the dryer. Brilliant!’ I mean, where in the blue frosty hell did you grow up where people allowed this sort of behavior, I’ll have you know that –“ Nathan’s increasingly entertaining rant was interrupted by the buzz of the dryer."
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"I can’t really say that ‘Never’ was ‘when,’ because Never is not actually a time. It is merely an abstract construct of the human mind to describe something that can’t exist or is a logical impossibility. Nobody really knows what Never is, aside from the fact that it is the time when Tomorrow Dies, it is the number of times Drew Barrymore had been kissed, it is exactly when they should actually Say the word “Never” Again, it’s when Chris Rock is Scared, it is both when a winner quits and a quitter wins, when elephants forget, it tells us how many times to Eat Soggy Waffles as we contemplate the cardinal directions, it is the time when Andrew WK would have us Let Down, it’s when there’s a dull moment around me, it’s when I can expect to work in this town again, and that if it is not present then it must be Now. "
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"“Now smell it,” I commanded my companion.
“What?”
“Smell it.”
“But, but why?”
“Because I told you to. You really should trust me more.”
“But what if it smells bad. It probably does, you just want me to smell something smelly.”
“No, Jesus, it smells like a fresh garden in the bloody springtime. Smell the damn coat!”
“Fine, fine. No need to yell,” Nathan finally gave in and inhaled deeply with the coat pressed to his nostrils. That’s when the memories came flooding back. Nathan’s eyes closed as he let it all sink in. He remembered his childhood in Florida. He saw himself running down the white beach, or fishing off of the bridge to Destin. All the while he was accompanied by the same longhaired man. The man never seemed to change his clothes, always wearing a black vest over a white shirt, his black slacks pressed neatly and his fedora dust free. Nathan then saw himself at a later age, still in that same small Floridian town. He was walking through the halls of his junior high, and the man was carrying his books. He still looked the same, with the hat, vest, and trousers. Nathan was older again, and he saw the man looking at him with a pained expression as he plummeted off the bridge.
“Zachary,” he whispered as he snapped back to reality.
“Got it in one.”
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That's it for now. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2005|09:20 pm] |
Why was 6 afraid of 7?
Because 7 made him watch as he raped 6's parents to death then ate their corpses.
It was a logical fear, I suppose. |
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| NaNoWriMo |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|12:36 pm] |
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I am also announcing my entry to NaNoWriMo.
God I hope I don't die. |
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| Return of the Creature from the Beige Estuary |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|09:37 am] |
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The creature rose, and lo he spake with such a voice that the masses trembled upon hearing.
So, hey guys. This is awkward. You all have been chatting away on this odd contraption of a blog, and I've been sitting back not contributing at all. Some of you may have thought that was not fair of me, and you're right. I will not, however, apologize (if only because I have made a solemn vow that what is is, what was was, and what shall be shall be, thus negating the need for apologies because they can't change anything and just mean I'm using up more precious air). Let's see, where to begin...
I've been doing well at university, 'B's across the board. I strive for mediocrity, and I have reaped that which I have sown. Not literally, mind you, because people don't take kindly to a man carrying a thresher.
I'd have to say, oddly enough, that my favourite course right now is my 7:40 AM Latin class. The professor, called Dr. Anderson, is a really good teacher. He thinks that learning Latin is dreadfully boring, so he throws in interesting bits of history and linguistics. I think that I like him so much because he has a love of words that I can relate to. As a Halloween gift to you, I shall share with you one such linguistic tidbit:
In the old times before people remembered that they could speak English better than a dead tongue, the Catholic masses were held in Latin. As per tradition the climax of the service, the bit that really draws the crowds, was the transubstantiation of bread into the flesh of a long dead Jewish man who had the unfortunate circumstance of being a really nice guy with friends who believed him to be the son of God. During the transubstantiation, the priest would supposedly pull some mystical God force out of the æther and put it into the stale baked goods. During this act he would say the phrase "Hoc est corpus meum," which translates literally (but not illiterally, because only literates are illiteral, and the peasants were quite illiterate) to "This is my body."
So these dirt-poor farmer folk would remember one and only one thing from this mass, the great "Hoc est corpus meum." This was the only bit of Latin that these people knew, so they tried to use it whenever possible. It became the catchall phrase used whenever anything spiritual or otherworldly was going on. Over the years the spoken phrase was sped up, because speed-talking is a true sign of linguistic erudition, and eventually (because loose lips sink ships and muddle language) "HocestCorpus" became "Hocus Pocus."
Wasn't that fun?
In non schooly news, I haven't really mentioned much of my friends. They're a good sort of people, despite some of their fondness for illicit substances. My natural inclination right now is to make some sort of wordplay with the word illicit, such as saying that they like to elicit illicit substances and idly sit ill with dopesickness, but we have not the time in this update. They're a roleplaying crowd, and we are currently playing a DA: Fae and Serenity game (both run by me). My friend Greg is currently "putting in a good word" to move along my application at a local Barnes & Noble Booksellers. Everett is the treasurer of the LSU Firearms Rights Coalition, and is quoted in the campus paper as saying, "Suing gun manufacturers for people getting shot is like suing a car company because you were irresponsible and ran someone over."
My friends have also convinced me to compile my life's stories so that I can go back to them easily when I want to work on my fictional autobiography. I may post a link later, will have to think it over.
I went to a free all-day rock music event last Saturday called Voodoofest. It was held in the ruins of New Orleans, and featured some cool bands. Queens of the Stoneage was there, but was boring and disappointing. The final show was a 1.5 hour set of NIN, a band of which I've only heard one song in my short life, and it was surprisingly enjoyable. I rocked out in varying degrees, and also found out that I am attractive to the oppossite sex. Craziness.
So that's all that's going on lately. I'l be sure to update more regularly. |
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[Aug. 31st, 2005|09:44 pm] |
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I will be going to Dragon*Con on Friday. Will write up a con report when I get back. That is, of course, if Voltaire is being quiet enough in his cage for me to write. |
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| College and ass kicking |
[Aug. 24th, 2005|01:28 am] |
I'm in college now, and I'm going to kick it's ass!
End transmission. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2005|12:56 am] |
It's the song lyric doohickey that I didn't at all steal from Kyle!
1. Put your playlist on shuffle.
2. Post the first lines to the first 25 songs to come up (along with these instructions).
3. Have people guess the songs and artists in comments to the post.
4. Post the answers to the ones people guessed correctly. A couple of days later, post the first two lines of the ones no one got and get people to guess again.
5. Repeat, adding the next line to the unguessed songs each time, until they're all guessed/you've posted the whole song/you've gotten bored/no-one's going to get the damn thing if you don't tell them.
For added fun-ness, let it be known that all of these songs are made by my mancrush Voltaire.
1. I hear your voice and the world goes away.
2. He slips in through the back door.
3. Monday, time for Alchemy.
--Alchemy Mondays
4. I'd be thinner, I'd be taller.
5. Three heavy stones keep them from floating.
6. The guy upstairs is such a freak.
7. I have been in this line of work for a long time.
8. Whenever I'm alone with you...
9. Long ago I went to war
10. You know it's true
11. When I find the living a bore
12. Hello cruel world, did I keep you long?
13. What do you call it when another forces your hand?
14. You, there on the bridge
15. Life has a way of making you humble
16. You bitch, you hurt me.
17. There's a field of flowers and they smell like you
18. When the Devil gets too busy and Death's a bit too much
--When You're Evil
19. There's a monster that lives beneath your bed.
--Goodnight, Demonslayer
20. Well the moon as full and the color of blood.
--The Vampire Club
21. Saw you on the street
22. The day is the wife whom I elude
--The Night
23. You set the snakes loose inside my belly.
24. Where's the girl I fell in love with?
25. Well hello there, little boy. Don't be shy.
--Brains! |
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| Sign here |
[Jul. 3rd, 2005|04:14 am] |
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I need to play a tabletop game. I need to feel dice in my hands again.
On Tuesday, I'm going to be in San Antonio for a week, anybody on my friends list (Even people who've never roleplayed before. Try it, it' fun!) should sign up for a one shot or miniseries:
Mummy: The Resurrection
World of Darkness 2.0 Mortals
or
Victorian ages Vampire
I'm willing to ST all of this, and week should be plenty of time to write up characters or teach newcomers how to play. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2005|09:17 pm] |
Interview Me Meme
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me." (or something close).
2. I will respond by asking you five(ish) questions. I get to pick the questions (and they might be personal).
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions (if we are still talking).
4. You will include this explanation (or one kinda like it) and an offer to interview someone else (maybe more than one, as I am) in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five(ish) questions. |
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